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𝖲𝖺𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗈 𝖵𝖨𝖨, 𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗈. 𝖢𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖾 𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗈. ͏𝖭𝗈𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖺, 𝖽𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝗈. 𝖲𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖺𝖼̧𝖺 𝖾 𝗈 𝖾𝖼𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗈҆𝗀𝗂𝗈: 𝗎𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎ı́𝖼𝗂𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗓𝖺𝗌 𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖾҆ 𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝗈. ͏

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖠 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖼֖𝖺҇𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺, 𝗈

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"𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗒"ᅠᅠ──────ᅠᅠجوهرةᅠᅠ᭧

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𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀ᅠᅠᅠ𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾ᅠᅠᅠ𝖺𝗇𝖽ᅠᅠᅠ𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗌.

𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗍⠀⠀𝇂⠀⠀𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄⠀⠀𝕾ᅠᅠأنيق,⠀🥃⠀⠀𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾𝓼

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How Outono was found

The marketplace was as lively as ever, packed with vendors shouting prices and people bustling from stall to stall. Among the crowd was Masha, a young maid making her usual rounds to gather supplies and ingredients for the castle.

And there she was again. Masha (22 years old) had noticed the little girl several times before, darting through the streets, always keeping her distance from strangers. She didn’t beg, didn’t steal—just played with the stray cats and dogs like she was one of them. She was always alone, sitting in the dirt and keeping to herself.

It wasn’t uncommon to see orphans wandering the streets, especially after the war. But this girl stood out. Bright blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin—she didn’t look like she belonged there. People couldn’t help but notice her, and that made Masha uneasy.

Masha had watched her from a distance, wondering about her story. Where was she from? How old was she? Seven? Eight, maybe? But what really bothered Masha was how much attention the girl could draw just by existing. A chill ran down her spine at the thought of what might happen if the wrong person noticed her.

Masha had heard the whispers in dark alleys. Men who offered food and shelter but delivered nightmares instead—slavery, prostitution, factories. The girl was practically a walking target.

No, Masha thought, she couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. She had to act. It was reckless, impulsive, but she didn’t care. “There you are!” Masha called out, pushing through the crowd toward the girl. Her voice was sharp enough to make heads turn. She grabbed the child’s arm—not hard, but firmly enough to keep her from slipping away.

The girl froze, staring up at Masha with wide, startled eyes. She didn’t fight or run, just stood there, too shocked to react.

“Come on,” Masha said, her voice softer now as she led the girl through the busy streets. She kept her head down, ignoring the curious glances from the crowd. To them, she was just a frustrated aunt dragging a mischievous child home.

As they made their way to the castle, Masha’s thoughts raced. What was she doing? She wasn’t anyone important, just a maid trying to keep her head above water. She had enough on her plate without adding a lost child to her problems. This could blow up in her face. But as she felt the girl’s small, cold hand in hers, she pushed the doubts aside. It was too late to turn back now.

When they arrived, Masha wasted no time. She took the girl’s dirty, torn dress and helped her into a warm bath. The child didn’t resist, but her wary eyes followed Masha’s every move. As the grime melted away, Masha got a better look at her.

Her skin was smooth, untouched by scars or bruises. No signs of the abuse you’d expect from a child on the streets. But she was so thin—her ribs showed, and her small frame seemed almost fragile. Malnourished, but not beyond help.

And her dress… Masha frowned as she picked it up. The fabric was fine, high-quality, definitely not something a street orphan would wear. Someone had cared for this child once. So why was she out here alone?

As Masha gently scrubbed the girl’s hair, she tried to ask questions. “What’s your name? Where are you from? Do you have family?”

At first, the girl didn’t say a word. She shrank into the water, clearly overwhelmed. But as the bath’s warmth set in, she began to relax. When Masha asked again, the girl shook her head faintly, her expression confused.

“Nothing?” Masha pressed. “You don’t remember anything?”

Another small shake. Masha sighed, brushing back her frustration. “Alright, it doesn’t matter right now.”

As she rinsed the soap from the girl’s hair, Masha noticed the way her small hands played with the bubbles. The child giggled softly, and for the first time, Masha saw her smile. It was a tiny thing, fleeting, but it lit up her face.

After the bath, Masha dressed her in one of her old tunics, the smallest size she could find. Still, it hung awkwardly on the girl’s petite frame, the sleeves drooping well past her hands. Masha couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, don’t you look like a little bird in borrowed feathers.”

The girl didn’t seem to mind. She hid her shy smile behind her blond hair, her cheeks tinged pink.

Later, Masha handed her some bread and cheese she’d bought at the market. The girl devoured it eagerly, taking bites so big Masha had to laugh. “Slow down,” she said, patting her head. “There’s plenty more.”

As the girl ate, Masha felt some of her worries melt away. There was something about her—innocent, endearing. She rested a hand on the child’s head, thinking aloud. “You know, you’ve got the most beautiful eyes. Since you don’t remember your name, how about I call you Blue? Sound good?”

The girl paused, then gave a small nod.

And just like that, the little girl became part of Masha’s life.

She was still shy, always hiding behind Masha when strangers came near. But in the quiet moments, she was a joy—giggling to herself, chasing sunlight, and even whispering to the stray animals that seemed to follow her everywhere.

As time passed, "Blue" found her voice. She made up silly songs, told little stories, and even helped Masha with her chores. The work of a maid was tough, but with Blue around, it didn’t feel so hard. Her tiny hands and sweet voice brought a light to Masha’s world that she hadn’t realized she needed.

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